Thoughts Remaining (feat. Mazta I)

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Et Sen

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Top of the temple, got the candles lit
In the mental falling down without a manuscript
Instructions on abductions I've been handling
Fingertips on the symmetry, then dismantle it
Systematically above the averages
And we passionate about the passengers
All the damage that's traumatic for
Collaterals who done seen a lot of death on avenues
Tragic traps, casualties and habitats
Hazardous, ashes, dust, have it back
To the maker, all what you made of
Definite shapes and shades of creators
Razor sharp, blades and grenade love
Unconditional ways to animate plugs
With enough generations of rearranged shrugs
Rebellious innovations encased in
Deface the mud, taste the blood 
Cry me a river, don't interrupt
Okay then, to the front it goes back like weigh then
Hell will save them, nightmare Wes Craven's
Illusion of the pearly gates, fate you wasting
Lake you Jason, Crystal complacent
Camp frost the cake you baked Casey Kasem
Chase adjacent to your face replacing
Strangers pacing on your back location
In fact vocation, keep track of agents
Freedom ain't it intact with ancients
Reaction tainted when attraction came in
Subtraction reigning on the hats of aching
Hearts and breaking many thoughts remaining 

F*ck is up
Not with you, in general
The venom spewed is hella rude
I'll tell ya dude, I've never felt a better mood 
Surrounds crumble
Get out of touch with my pounding frontal 
Lobe, I'm lone, zoned, as bombs explode my faith in media erodes
Depleted inner soul
Reapers writhing arthritic wrists
My peepers peeled as the crescendo hits
Today's as lit as this endo is 
Flamewars engulfing civilians
I stay stoned, hazed and ambivalent 
I ambulate, but my gait is shaky when the quaking hits 
Sacredness is blatant piss
When we're reduced to apes with fists
I'm consuming eighths of piff
I ate my way to Satan's clit
If Google doesn't watch you jack, you better bet that Facebook is 
NSA has seen my dick so they can suck the sabre's tip, like woo
And motherfuck the yadda-yadda
That drivels from mouth of liars 
That perpetuate the lack of conversation I desire 
The f*ck I know besides from my life's island 
Quarantined, abhorrent things have cross the minds of normal beings
Normalcy's a fucking boring thing
But I went the op route
Battered up receptors good 
Lessons learned on acid in the woods
I wish a motherfucker could 
Flip time back, relive times past
As a fly on my own back
Probably die 'fore I go grab 
The Wayback and plug it in my brain stem
My plug just gave me great stems
I ate em and what came next, man 
Indescribable, it's crazy we're alive my dude
I know that sounds so trite, but truth 
Comes in these funny little idioms 
And idiots like me eat the shit, decree it 
To the idiots we hang with
And they in turn repeat

They in turn repeat 
What the f*ck happened to me
I was child of three
Playing with blocks, now my life's complete 
What did i see
I am, I be
Memories flake off and then they delete
Skin it just flakes off and then it will feed
What crawls below, yeah underneath
Dissolved to naught and not to be
I hate to drone on bout this thing
Maybe's life the vaster sea
Maybe scales are tipped
And they just need a decent balancing 
I just need a pound of weed
I just need my gal, we'll hit the streets before we go

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